On Sunday, we were all going down to York to view some professional photos that Aunty Janet and Uncle Malcolm had done at the end of last year (it was a Christmas present from my cousin Nickeee) to see if we wanted to buy any of them. When we got to Uncle Malcolm's house at about 1pm there was no answer at the door and the house was locked up with the upstairs curtains closed but we knew that someone was in because we could see Uncle Malcolm's shoes and coat in the house and Bobby's lead was still in the car (he's their dog). We kept knocking and knocking and no one was answering the phone either so mum went to a neighbour's and asked to borrow their phone to ring my cousins Mikeee and Nickeee (would you believe it but all three of our mobile phones were crapped up).

While she was next-door with nana, Nickee drove up and we decided that we'd have to break in because the keys were still in the lock and slightly turned so we couldn't push them through and use another key to get in. So Jamie smashed a pane of glass in the door, reached in and got the keys. When we got inside though the two internal doors that lead to the stairs were both locked from the other side and we couldn't get through because, again, the keys were on the other side of the door. Jamie had to smash in the glass panels on the living room door and climb through while Nickee tried to find a key. We got through, raced upstairs and found Uncle Malcolm dead behind the bedroom door with Bobby curled up beside him crying.

We think it looks like he got up in the night for a drink, had a massive heart attack and just dropped dead where he stood. Thankfully the coroner and the paramedics said it would have been very fast so he won't have suffered.

That's all I can say at the moment.

Malcolm George Berry (1945-2007)